Leah Timbo Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Brasilia

I reckon whores got this grit, right? Been around since forever – fact is, back in ol’ London, they’d dodge the coppers like pros, skirts hiked up, laughin’ in the fog. Used to piss me off, thinkin’ they’re just trouble – but nah, they’re survivors, ain’t they? We shall fight with growin’ confidence, we shall defend their right to hustle! Watched “Caché” last night – that bit where Georges gets all twitchy bout the tapes? Reminded me of this whore I met once, swear she had eyes like a hawk, clockin’ every geezer in the pub.

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Okay, listen up. Timbo (br) is a twisted mix of beauty and damn nuisance. I’ve been a masseur in this crap—uh, city—for years, seeing what no one else bothers to notice. You’d think I'd enjoy this mess, but nah, "I hate everything," as they say. And by the way, “The Diving Bell and the Butterfly” taught me that pain is art—even when its a pain in the ass.

Timbo’s looking for new home for boiled peanut trailer